my words don't always make sense
but in case they do, well that's up to you.

I slit my wrists
because I’m too scared to slit my throat

If I had an hour to tell you
about all the things I’m most passionate about;
you’d spend an hour listening
to me talking about nothing but you.

I would kiss you like I crave you,
hold you for the sake of feeling your skin against mine,
love you like I love myself; flaws especially,
make love to you like the sound of your pleasure is the air to my bated breath.